'Please, stop looking!' Iceland begged mentally. "So..." Norway started. "I heard you were talkin' to Hong Kong." Iceland sweatdropped. 'Are you serious?!' Norway stopped right in front of Iceland, his face near his brother's. "What were ya talkin' about?" Iceland had a perplexed look on his features. "Uh... Norway, are you drunk?" Iceland asked. "Sober," Norway answered. "But don't change the subject! What did you two, what did, wha-..."
Okay, now, Norway couldn't find the right words to speak in English. Iceland sighed and responded anyways, knowing the question. "Norway, we were only making small chat-" "Small chat?! HA!" Norway started laughing like Denmark. Then, he did the unexpected. Norway broke down to his knees and started sobbing very loudly as he clutched himself onto Iceland's legs. "Nor!" Iceland yelled as he tried to wiggle out of his brother's grasp.
"Why?! Why don' ya talk ta me-ahaha!" Norway slurred out. "I talk to you everyday!" Iceland groaned, still trying his best to get out. Iceland got the chance and stood up, but as he tried walking, Norway was still clutching onto one of Iceland's legs. "Grr! Norway! You're heavy!" Iceland continued to struggle towards the staircase but fell face-first onto the floor. Norway managed to trap Iceland in a hug as he continued to cry.
"Tell meh you luff me!" Norway begged as he shook Iceland. "Okay! Okay! I love you!" That seemed to calm his sober brother. Iceland slowly made his arms wrap around Norway, continuing to hum a little lullaby he was taught. What was that song called? Oh yeah, Trollmors Vaggsang. "Hey guys! I-" Denmark crashed into the house. "Oh... You guys up to somethin'?" Denmark smirked as he nodded a sign of approval to Iceland. Sweden entered and grabbed the Dane's collar. "L've th'm 'lone.(Leave them alone.)" Sweden muttered, dragging the pleading Dane out.